fifty-shades-of-grey

“Yeah I should make that… and you will visit us in Seattle?”“Try and stop me.” He grins.It’s late when I arrive back from the bar. Kate and Elliot are nowhere to be seen but boycan they be heard. Holy shit. I hope I’m not that loud. I know Christian isn’t. I flush atthe thought and escape to my room. After a brief not-at-all-awkward-thank-goodness hug,José has gone. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, probably his photographic show, andonce again, I’m blown away that he finally has an exhibition. I shall miss him and his boyishcharm. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the Beetle, I know he’ll freak when hefinds out, and I can only deal with one man at a time freaking out at me. Once in my room,I check the mean machine, and of course, there’s an email from Christian.From: Christian GreySubject: Where Are You?Date: May 27 2011 22:14To: Anastasia Steele‘I am at work. I will email you when I get home.’Are you still at work or have you packed your phone, BlackBerry and MacBook?Call me, or I may be forced to call Elliot.Christian GreyCEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.Crap… José… shit.I grab my phone. Five missed calls and one voice message. Tentatively, I listen to themessage. It’s Christian.‘I think you need to learn to manage my expectations. I am not a patient man. If yousay you are going to contact me when you finish work, then you should have the decency todo so. Otherwise, I worry, and it’s not an emotion I’m familiar with, and I don’t tolerate itvery well. Call me.’Double crap. Will he ever give me a break? I scowl at the phone. He is suffocatingme. With a deep dread uncurling in my stomach, I scroll down to his number and pressdial. My heart is in my mouth as I wait for him to answer. He’d probably like to beat sevenshades of shit out of me. The thought is depressing.“Hi,” he says softly, and his response knocks me off balance because I am expectinghis anger, but if anything, he sounds relieved.“Hi,” I murmur.“I was worried about you.”